Communisto
Condottiere
alex994 said:OOC: *shakes head* vikings by nature, vikings by trade, u think norway will stop?
OOC: why do you think i switched sides?
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OOC: why do you think i switched sides?
alex994
Hail Divine Emperor!
Communisto said:OOC: why do you think i switched sides?
OOC: cuz u didn't like kalthazar?
Communisto
Condottiere
alex994 said:OOC: cuz u didn't like kalthazar?
OOC: no way, me and Kal'thzar are tight.... dog
Insane_Panda
Deity
To the Noble King of Hyderabad
We would ask you to remember our previous discussions on the matters of the ongoing war between the armies of Bactria and Magadha.
- General Cassandros Antipater I Soter, commander of the Baktrian Royal Army
We would ask you to remember our previous discussions on the matters of the ongoing war between the armies of Bactria and Magadha.
- General Cassandros Antipater I Soter, commander of the Baktrian Royal Army
alex994
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Insane_Panda
Deity
SOMEWHERE ALONG THE MAGADHAN FRONT
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PART I
Cassandros stood at the head of a hill. His horse grunted - he was tired. For weeks he faithfully marched onward with his owner, but now was finally the time for rest. The battle had been won, the elephants of Magadha had been shattered. They were such monstrosities - big, ugly, and loud. He chuckled. They could shatter masses of men in seconds, but against simple mechanisms and fire their formations shattered equally just as fast.
He sat there for a second, looking up at the sky. He loved the rain - it refreshed him. Oh how much he'd give to be back home, with fair servant boys and fine food. But no, instead he was left with a tent and some gruel for food. Nevertheless, this was his duty, and he would see it out till the end. He shut his eyes and brushed back his long brown hair, and arched his neck back, raindrops gently dripping down his chin. He stood like that for what was only a few seconds but seemed to be an eternity, an eternity interrupted by the distant shouts of men. Cassandros quickly shook off his daydreaming, and ushered on ptolemy, his horse, down the hill to the camp.
He saw cloisters of men shouting, in their hands the tattered banners of Kura. Cassandros dismounted Ptolemy, and approached the group of men.
Phaistos muttered "Soldiers from Kura - defeated, the whole lot of 'em." He was one of Cassandros' captains, and though a bit rough around the edges, he was one of his most trusted men. His leathery skin was stretched tight on his face, the bottom half of which was covered by a rough pepper coloured beard. Cassandros was nearing twenty-five, while Phaistos was roughly two decades his senior. They looked odd talking together - a short, dark, and stout old man constantly saluting the tall, fairskinned Cassandros.
"They fell in seconds really - couldn't handle those damned elephants. The whole allied army routed in a matter of days. Bunch of eunuchs, I'd say."
Phaistos remarked gruffly. He was quite the soldier, but kept with him a slight distaste and distrust of most of these indian allies.
Cassandros nodded indifferently and looked to the men approaching.
"Sir." Phaistos saluted, and excused himself, standing behind the retinue of men surrounding the general as the soldiers from Kura approached.
The soldiers from Kura came into clear view. From what Cassandros could see, they were terribly worn from battle. Most were smeared with blood, several were injured and on their faces they all carried a look of despair. Following them, a trail of Baktrian light horsemen, bows and javelins in hand. Cassandros approached them and placed his arm out to shake hands with whomever looked to be the leader of the rabble. After shaking hands, the leader - A diminutive, dark, and bearded Aryan man dressed in armor seemingly much to large for him, looked up at Cassandros and began to speak, slowly at first, but his speech fastly trailed headlong into a sort of ecstatic panic. He waved his gesticulated his arms frantically, and spoke loudly in a foriegn sing-song unknown to Cassandros.
He sighed "Translator, please?"
Within a few moments, an ash smeared fakir was ushered into the conversation by two burly soldiers, they told him to translate, and slowly he began making sense of what the general was saying.
"he sey mahout come. Yes he say - Big mahout, Kali Mahout!"
"What is a Kali Mahout?" Cassandros gestured to his soldiers
"Mahout is elephant, sir, whilst the Kali is some arcane indian diety."
"Ah, I see. please - continue."
"Yes, bell he see dey Kali Mahout come, crush heez men. People scream, panic, flee. He Prey dat he be saved, so den he taketh heez warriors and flee."
The Fakir continued to speak in his broken greek, his eyes wide in amazement as he eavesdropped on what the man was saying and then translated it, but Cassandros stopped listening after a few minutes and cut him off.
"Indeed, well, tell the honorable general that his men are safe. Additional camp space will be cleared, and that we have crushed these 'Mahouts'. Insure him that all is well."
The ash smeared holy man relayed this message, and the General was ecstatic. His eyes grew wide and his mouth dropped open with amazement. He embraced Cassandros - or rather, almost strangled him - and began to cry the one of the only greek words he knew.
"Soter! Soter!" he cried - Savior, Savior.
"General Cassandros Antipater I Soter; has quite a ring to it, don't you think?" Phaistos said sarcastically.
~~~~~~~~~
CONTIVARI
~~~~~~~~~
Diplomacy:
To the Noble King of Kura
Through this war your peoples have fought bravely, and now we have the chance to forever crush Magadha. Join Baktria in personal union and we shall ensure the preservation of the Aryan peoples. I sincerely hope you consider and accept my request.
- General Cassandros Antipater I Soter, Commander of the Royal Baktrian Army
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
PART I
Cassandros stood at the head of a hill. His horse grunted - he was tired. For weeks he faithfully marched onward with his owner, but now was finally the time for rest. The battle had been won, the elephants of Magadha had been shattered. They were such monstrosities - big, ugly, and loud. He chuckled. They could shatter masses of men in seconds, but against simple mechanisms and fire their formations shattered equally just as fast.
He sat there for a second, looking up at the sky. He loved the rain - it refreshed him. Oh how much he'd give to be back home, with fair servant boys and fine food. But no, instead he was left with a tent and some gruel for food. Nevertheless, this was his duty, and he would see it out till the end. He shut his eyes and brushed back his long brown hair, and arched his neck back, raindrops gently dripping down his chin. He stood like that for what was only a few seconds but seemed to be an eternity, an eternity interrupted by the distant shouts of men. Cassandros quickly shook off his daydreaming, and ushered on ptolemy, his horse, down the hill to the camp.
He saw cloisters of men shouting, in their hands the tattered banners of Kura. Cassandros dismounted Ptolemy, and approached the group of men.
Phaistos muttered "Soldiers from Kura - defeated, the whole lot of 'em." He was one of Cassandros' captains, and though a bit rough around the edges, he was one of his most trusted men. His leathery skin was stretched tight on his face, the bottom half of which was covered by a rough pepper coloured beard. Cassandros was nearing twenty-five, while Phaistos was roughly two decades his senior. They looked odd talking together - a short, dark, and stout old man constantly saluting the tall, fairskinned Cassandros.
"They fell in seconds really - couldn't handle those damned elephants. The whole allied army routed in a matter of days. Bunch of eunuchs, I'd say."
Phaistos remarked gruffly. He was quite the soldier, but kept with him a slight distaste and distrust of most of these indian allies.
Cassandros nodded indifferently and looked to the men approaching.
"Sir." Phaistos saluted, and excused himself, standing behind the retinue of men surrounding the general as the soldiers from Kura approached.
The soldiers from Kura came into clear view. From what Cassandros could see, they were terribly worn from battle. Most were smeared with blood, several were injured and on their faces they all carried a look of despair. Following them, a trail of Baktrian light horsemen, bows and javelins in hand. Cassandros approached them and placed his arm out to shake hands with whomever looked to be the leader of the rabble. After shaking hands, the leader - A diminutive, dark, and bearded Aryan man dressed in armor seemingly much to large for him, looked up at Cassandros and began to speak, slowly at first, but his speech fastly trailed headlong into a sort of ecstatic panic. He waved his gesticulated his arms frantically, and spoke loudly in a foriegn sing-song unknown to Cassandros.
He sighed "Translator, please?"
Within a few moments, an ash smeared fakir was ushered into the conversation by two burly soldiers, they told him to translate, and slowly he began making sense of what the general was saying.
"he sey mahout come. Yes he say - Big mahout, Kali Mahout!"
"What is a Kali Mahout?" Cassandros gestured to his soldiers
"Mahout is elephant, sir, whilst the Kali is some arcane indian diety."
"Ah, I see. please - continue."
"Yes, bell he see dey Kali Mahout come, crush heez men. People scream, panic, flee. He Prey dat he be saved, so den he taketh heez warriors and flee."
The Fakir continued to speak in his broken greek, his eyes wide in amazement as he eavesdropped on what the man was saying and then translated it, but Cassandros stopped listening after a few minutes and cut him off.
"Indeed, well, tell the honorable general that his men are safe. Additional camp space will be cleared, and that we have crushed these 'Mahouts'. Insure him that all is well."
The ash smeared holy man relayed this message, and the General was ecstatic. His eyes grew wide and his mouth dropped open with amazement. He embraced Cassandros - or rather, almost strangled him - and began to cry the one of the only greek words he knew.
"Soter! Soter!" he cried - Savior, Savior.
"General Cassandros Antipater I Soter; has quite a ring to it, don't you think?" Phaistos said sarcastically.
~~~~~~~~~
CONTIVARI
~~~~~~~~~
Diplomacy:
To the Noble King of Kura
Through this war your peoples have fought bravely, and now we have the chance to forever crush Magadha. Join Baktria in personal union and we shall ensure the preservation of the Aryan peoples. I sincerely hope you consider and accept my request.
- General Cassandros Antipater I Soter, Commander of the Royal Baktrian Army
Insane_Panda
Deity
lmao, you are taking hyderabad.
Verywell. We are at war. Although that is in complete reversal of previous hyderabad policies, Ask azale.
EDIT: part 2 shall be done tomorrow.
Verywell. We are at war. Although that is in complete reversal of previous hyderabad policies, Ask azale.
EDIT: part 2 shall be done tomorrow.
Insane_Panda
Deity
No, no - im sure its fine if you fight.
Nah, I'm taking Carthage now.
Republic of Carthage
Government: Republic
Capital: Car'thage
Ruler: Senate
Age: Iron
Economy: Prosperous
Army: 500 Spearmen, 500 Archers *Bronze*
Navy: 20 Galleys *Bronze*
Culture: 1
Education: 1
Wonders:
Notes: Created from survivors of Phoenicia's destruction, on the island of Zanzibar. Now has begun to spread out to mainland Africa.
Republic of Carthage
Government: Republic
Capital: Car'thage
Ruler: Senate
Age: Iron
Economy: Prosperous
Army: 500 Spearmen, 500 Archers *Bronze*
Navy: 20 Galleys *Bronze*
Culture: 1
Education: 1
Wonders:
Notes: Created from survivors of Phoenicia's destruction, on the island of Zanzibar. Now has begun to spread out to mainland Africa.
das
Regeneration In Process
Great stories, both NK and IP. Will follow your war more closely now.
North King
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XD Panda, XD...
No comment on why, but trust me, it is funny...
No comment on why, but trust me, it is funny...
Insane_Panda
Deity
XD NK, XD...
No comment on why, but trust me, it is funny...
like your face.
No comment on why, but trust me, it is funny...
like your face.
Hey! No spam!
To: Byzantium
From: Spartan Fed.
Do you mind if we send some galleys through the Hellespont and the Bosphorus en route to the sea beyond? We won't abuse the opportunity to go through the waters, we only want to travel and establish diplomatic connections with the nations beyond.
To: Byzantium
From: Spartan Fed.
Do you mind if we send some galleys through the Hellespont and the Bosphorus en route to the sea beyond? We won't abuse the opportunity to go through the waters, we only want to travel and establish diplomatic connections with the nations beyond.
Ooooh... I DO play Norway in this game!
Well well, I'm glad I put them on the start of a bloodthirsty track record.
I'll let Azale handle it as they seem to be doing so very well under him.
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or maybe, I think I will play them!
so back of Danes or Norway will fight back!!! Grrr
keeeeeeeeeeeeeeel you know?
Stop invading Norway or face VIKING GROIN-STOMP ATTACK on fat Dane head!
Well well, I'm glad I put them on the start of a bloodthirsty track record.
I'll let Azale handle it as they seem to be doing so very well under him.
---
or maybe, I think I will play them!
so back of Danes or Norway will fight back!!! Grrr
keeeeeeeeeeeeeeel you know?
Stop invading Norway or face VIKING GROIN-STOMP ATTACK on fat Dane head!
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